Missing Poetry

Missing Poetry
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[Forewords]: Regretfully, since starting the channel @ The Lone Wolf Creations, I have not been able to write poems at all. Here are some words I just wrote while brooding over the fact. After all, as a poet, no act of creation makes me feel more complete than the act of writing a poem.

Am I officially single now, a celibate?
Where are the words, the sole love of my life?
O my dear syllables, how I miss your throbbing gaits
on our bed, discolored pages, once white!

And I miss playing with your minute phonemes as well,
through my fingertips, throbbing even more
at the sheer bliss of heaven while being in a hell,
that is what creation feels like to my core!

So, please show me your countenance, my dear poetry,
for I have sought you like the whirling waters seek
the comfort of an ocean in their destiny
as they keep falling down from a blue mountain’s peak!

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© Amit Rahman, 27 August 2016

A Poet’s Family

A Poet’s Family

Who says, I am a celibate
or have no children of my own?
Each of the poems I have written
is either like a daughter or a son
and this quill you see in my hand
is my woman until death claims my life!
   

See that stretch of paper, that is our bed
where I make love to her and she
seems to be forever high on estrus
and her gestation is hardly
longer than a few hours at most
and a few days for one or two!
   

Unlike the male mammals and humans too,
we are together, toiling through
hand in hand from conception to the sprout!
Once born I post its picture on the cloud,
then the paper bed is turned to its cradle,
until age renders the same as its grave!

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